It Could Be Worse Poem by E.J. Langley

The cold bite in the air is a grim reminder that I'm here and not there.
With a heavy heart I'm here, back here. Back to my life and not there.

'It could always be worse' they say.
(It could be colder for instance.)

But couldn't it always be colder?
Couldn't it always be worse?

There is no consolation in this!

By the same logic it could also always be better.
(Warmer at least)

We're stuck at this temperature
Somewhere between better and worse

Consoling ourselves with 'It could be worse'
But I say 'It could be better! and Hotter! '

So my heart is heavy and I'm back here and not there warm beside her.